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Queen's Own pt.3

[(Anonymous)]

The next morning, he woke with energy—something he hadn’t had in a long time. With a child’s eagerness, he hopped out of bed and walked to the place with his stockings. Sure enough, nestled in the soft socks—something he would trade for freedom in a heartbeat—was a small silver saucer and a transparent apple. His jaw dropped. He had been joking when he requested these things. Then, his lips twisted into a smile.

He was dressed before a servant came to get him to wake him up. Instead, he saw with surprise, it was Ezio and Altair who had to be wakened. He clutched the apple and the saucer in his hands.

“I see the thief delivered,” Ezio murmured. “What will you do with it now?”

He smiled energetically at his assassin. “I will spin the apple in the saucer.”

Ezio rubbed his face. “Stupid as well as useless.”

He entered the room for the lessons much calmer and sat at the back table. His six brothers and sisters were all ready taking the other chairs. He sat quietly and placed the saucer down and the apple in it.

Damn his luck his eldest brother heard: “What are those, Useless?”

Desmond tried to maintain a smile as Ezio said, “A transparent apple and a silver saucer, in which he intends to spin the apple in the saucer.”

All his siblings laughed, and he wished for the companionship of Salai again—a boy his age. Nevertheless, as they turned around, he spun the apple in the saucer, watching as it spun faster and faster on its own accord. He could feel Ezio and Altair standing over his shoulders. Soon, it was spinning so fast it looked like nothing more than mist in the plate, and Desmond breathed softly, “Spin, spin, apple in the silver saucer. Spin so that I may see the world. Let me have a peep at the throne of the fairies. Let me see the gold of a dragon’s cave and the waters where the sirens sing. Let me see the far off mountains painted purple and the deserts painted in fire.”

And his eyes grew wide with delight as he stared at the little glass whirlpool in the saucer. He could hear Ezio and Altair murmur behind him. As he stared, a beautiful throne, decorated in all manner of flowers, sat on the edge of river. A beautiful young woman, who looked like she was birthed of the forest, sat, weeping, on the chair. A second throne sat beside her, empty. Her skin was colored with the richest dyes, and her hair was braided with eagle’s feathers and butterflies wings. Her clothes were sewn of the richest flower petals, and her jewelry was made of the finest gems.

It faded to a cave, glittering with gems and gold. A nest was in the middle of it, and in the middle of the gem nest was a small, green dragon. Desmond gasped in wonder as it rolled around in the piles of gold, and his heart skipped a beat when another dragon—twenty times larger—came flying in with a dead cow. It was stunning. Its belly was covered with the most beautiful of all gems, and its eyes blazed like the sun. Its scales shimmered a deep forest green, and its roar sent shivers down his spine.

It faded once more, and Desmond was on the edge of his seat as he saw water. It was beautiful, glimmering and sparkling in the morning sun. Waves lapped a smooth rock protruding from the seas, and he heard the loveliest of voices. It showed him the three most beautiful women he had ever seen in his life. Their music wrapped around him and closed him in a safe cocoon. They looked straight at him and seemed to beckon him.

He found himself touching the mist, entranced as it switched to the mountains, glittering purple. They were the most majestic purple he had ever seen as the sun rose behind them, and he wished to see it for real. The sunlight glittered and illuminated the mountains, and he fancied he could see a dragon returning to its cave. It changed suddenly, so suddenly, in fact, he had to shield his eyes from the colors of the desert as it burned in the noon sun. As he removed his arm, he found himself staring at the fiery sands of the great deserts to the west.

The apple started taking shape again, and Desmond found himself wishing for more. He would trade the life of comfort and ease in an instant to be able to travel the world—poor, dirty, and hungry. He wanted to see the places outside so badly that it hurt.